The pageantry of bliss gathered in the remoteness of solitude with insufficient conquest that brodens the soul. As Christmas mornings engulfed the constancy of his beating heart. Just as a sporran beneath the waves divided his world from land and sea. While a thorn tree shared the night with death as a lonely bird perched on branch at the end of her tether. As the ground wiped it's stone of empty coals in the fowls stood the richness of life preying on mankind's window.